Taehyung lives by a simple rule: Don't care, and you won't get hurt. After a betrayal that shattered his world three years ago, he's content being a ghost working in a crumbling motel on the outskirts of Seoul. He doesn't look for trouble, and he certainly doesn't look for heroes. But when he sees a "naive" stranger sitting in a dangerous alleyway, his dormant hero complex kicks in. He drags the man into his apartment to save him from a brutal gang, unaware that he just kidnapped the very man who owns the city's shadows. Jeon Jungkook is a man of absolute control. He doesn't do relationships, he doesn't do mercy, and he certainly doesn't do Mario Kart. But after being "rescued" by a beautiful, nonchalant boy who calls him kid, Jungkook finds himself obsessed with the one person who doesn't know his name, and the only person who ever tried to save him. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Bp Femboy Bottom tae Bp tae Top kook Mpreg

When the Kingdom of Daegu faces the threat of war from the powerful Kingdom of Seoul, King Kim Daeho has no choice but to ask the Kingdom of Busan for help. The ruthless and intelligent 28 year old, Alpha King Jeon Jungkook rules Busan, and his mother, the Queen dowager, agrees to aid Daegu on one brutal condition: Daegu's omega princess, Kim Jisoo, must marry Jungkook. Daeho agrees, and the deal is set. But on the day of the wedding, Kim Jisoo elopes with her royal guard, humiliating Jungkook. Furious, Jungkook demands vengeance, but Daeho begs for mercy, offering his other omega child-his youngest son Kim Taehyung. Though 18-year-old, Taehyung's mind remains that of a 4-year-old, weakened by a brain fever he had when he was 15. With no way out and pride on the line, both kingdoms agree to the union. Thus, the innocent and fragile 18-year-old Kim Taehyung is forcibly married to the 28-year-old Jeon Jungkook, who sees him as nothing but a burden and digust. Alone in a merciless kingdom, Taehyung must find a way to survive under a ruthless husband who despises him and also bear the heir of Jeon clan.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

Jeon Jungkook , a rare Trueblood alpha, built his empire on law, brilliance, and a past so tragic it turned his heart to stone. To him, love and commitment is weakness. A distraction. A liability he vowed never to touch. Then came Kim Taehyung. An Omega with sharp wit wrapped in chaos, golden-retriever warmth, and a knack for turning order into beautiful disaster. He's reckless, radiant, and everything Jungkook swore he despised... yet everything he can't resist. When an untouchable Alpha collides with a reckless Omega, sparks turn into wildfires. Will the trueblood Alpha surrender to love or be consumed by his own loneliness? Will the chaotic sunshine melt the cold Alpha's walls or shatter against them? "𝑯𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔-𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒆." A story of law, loyalty, and the dangerous gravity of hearts that were never meant to meet. Top - Jungkook Bottom - Taehyung Trueblood Alpha x Omega Courtroom Tension Office Romance Violence & Crime Mature Content Slow-burn Mpreg (Please do not plagiarise my work)

~ A L L E S A N D R O B L A C K W E L L ~ The silken torment of her hair, the phantom ghost of her scent, the lethal curve of her lips-I am haunted by the softness of her skin and the melody of a voice that could summon devils. She possesses a mouth as sharp as a blade, a tongue that cuts deep, but it is those eyes... those endless, abyssal black orbs that stare back at me, daring me to break. Her confidence is a collar around my throat, tightening until the air turns thin. It brings me to my knees, a king desperate to kneel, trembling with the need to surrender my very soul at her altar. She is whiskey in a porcelain teacup fragile, deceptive, and burning with a fire that threatens to consume me whole. And I am the addict, parched and trembling, dying for a single taste of that ruin, desperate to drain the cup. She was never merely a part of my world. She is the axis on which my world turns. She is my world. ~ K A L Y A N I D E S H M U K H ~ He was the midnight rain cold, relentless, and washing over everything in his path. He was the exquisite kind of ache, a beautiful sorrow that offered a terrifying, silent peace. A pain that felt like salvation. But I was an intruder in his gilded empire. He was carved from the finest marble of luxury, born into a world of opulence where I had no place to stand. He was the King seated upon a throne of shadows, and I was merely his lawyer nothing more, nothing less. He was the storm that owned the night, and I was the moon that had no choice but to wane, to vanish, and finally, to leave.

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

Republishing the unfinished one .. Two broken souls, each hiding behind silent grief one, a mother barely surviving for his child, the other, a man too wounded to feel. Can their shattered hearts find healing in each other's quiet company, or will the weight of their pasts keep them apart forever? ..... .... ... .. . .. ... .... ..... In shadows deep, two hearts reside, One lost in tears, the other hides. A fragile bond, unseen, unknown, Two broken souls, yet not alone. The world seems cold, but hope's a spark, Can love bring light into the dark?

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨